Light this cigarette and start my narrative.
First, let me introduce myself.
My name is Han Bing, a post-80s generation.
I was born in a fourth-tier city in northern China.
I am a typical AOS nibbling old man.
When talking about nibbling old men, I have to mention my parents.
Their careers are leisurely, with high wages and good benefits.
However, I don’t want to talk too much about my parents’ careers.
Because my parents’ workplace is scary and taboo in this secular society.
The compound where I live is a five-story red brick building built in the early 1980s.
At that time, the small building where my family lived was pretty cool.
However, now this building is dilapidated and looks like a waning old man.
After decades of wind and rain, this family building has become the history of this new city.
My story will start from this family building.
It is located 25 kilometers southeast of Yangbei City, in a place called Dagudui.
This place is far away from the urban area, and there are no villages around it.
It is just an endless expanse of graves.
When the wind blows, fire paper flies all over the sky, and the ghostly sound of the wind makes this place full of weirdness and mystery.
According to legend, the original name of this place was not Dagudui, but Erlongyan in ancient times.
The reason is that this place is a saline-alkali sandy land with high terrain and no water, so it is drought all year round.
The trees around it are extremely lush, but this place alone is barren of grass.
Standing on a high place and looking down.
This place looks like a huge eyeball, hence the name Erlongyan.
It is said that in Yangbei County at the end of the Qing Dynasty, a terminally ill rich man sought out the most famous Feng Shui master in Yangbei County at the time, the "Ten Thousand Golden Eyes", to read Feng Shui in order to make his people rich and prosperous after his death.
According to legend, "Ten Thousand Gold Eyes" was born with one eye, a flat head like a dustpan, and an ugly appearance.
There was thunder and lightning when he was born.
His parents saw that he was a freak and threw him into the wilderness.
He was later rescued and raised by the wandering Jiuhua Mountain Taoist priests. , practiced in Jiuhua Mountain for forty years and returned to Yangbei County.
Because he is familiar with the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, Qi Men Dun Jia, and the Eight Gates of good and bad luck, he is the best in the Feng Shui field of Yangbei County.
It is said that Wanjinyan waved his hand and pointed at Erlongyan, and the rich man died that night.
When the tribe buried the rich man in Erlongyan in a glorious manner, everyone in Yangbei County knew that it was an excellent piece of The geomantic treasure land.
Since then, both the poor and the rich have buried their dead relatives there.
However, this excellent Feng Shui treasure land has a hard sandstone foundation, making it difficult to dig deep graves and making burials cumbersome.
Some people just hastily dug a hole and buried the corpses.
The corpses were buried in the surface of the earth.
After years of wind and rain erosion, some corpses were exposed outside.
Over time, Erlongyan became a veritable big bone pile.
In the 1950s and 1960s after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the country began to implement a cremation policy.
At that time, the people of Yangbei County were feudal and superstitious, and no one was willing to build a crematorium next to their village.
It is said that when the crematorium was being sited, a group of villagers had a fight with people from the Civil Affairs Bureau, and several people died.
Perhaps it was the county government's helpless compromise, or some other reason, that the crematorium was built at this location.
A large, uninhabited bone pile.
In order to attract employees to build a funeral parlor in Dagudui, the Yangbei County Civil Affairs Bureau first built two five-story Xiaoyang buildings in Dagudui.
In response to the call of the country at that time, my grandparents worked there with the unit. , so my parents’ occupations are self-evident.
My grandfather and grandmother were the founders of the first funeral parlors in Yangbei City.
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In those days, funeral home workers were looked down upon.
My father has five children.
He is the eldest son in the family and the most filial son.
My father was forced by my grandfather to work in a funeral parlor.
He is also the only one in the family besides my grandfather and grandma who works in a funeral parlor.
It wasn't until I was 25 that I got married to Curator Qin's daughter, my mother, who was 3 years older than him.
In the mid-1980s, I was born in this family building.
When talking about Yangbei County Funeral Home, I have to mention my father.
His name is Han Jianguo, and he is the cremator of the Yangbei County Funeral Home.
I have not liked him very much since I was a child.
Although I know that he loves me very much, he has never touched me with a finger since he was a child, and he has never even lost his temper with me.
But I always I felt that there was a kind of indifference in his eyes that could see through the world.
I rarely see my father smile.
He is a dull, introverted and taciturn person.
My mother, Qin Aibing, is an etiquette master at a funeral parlor in Yangbei County.
But she has a very different personality from my father.
She is a cheerful, virtuous and kind-hearted person who dotes on me very much.
She is meticulous in her work, disciplines me very strictly, and beats me all the time since I was a child.
She is someone I respect from the bottom of my heart.
I was born into such a family.
My father and mother seldom spoke.
In my memory, our family of three only got together when we ate, and we ate separately, and no one talked to each other much.
I don’t know if they are numb because of their profession, or if there is some reason why they have nothing else to say except work.
My childhood friends were only the children in the family building of the funeral home.
Whenever night fell, Uncle Cao, the gatekeeper at the funeral home, would often say: "You kids are not allowed to play in the funeral home after dark.
It's dark in the big bone pile."
In the future, if the yin energy is strong, children like you who are not masculine will easily see unclean things and get wet with dirty things.
Over time, in my childhood and hazy memories, I began to slowly believe what Uncle Cao said.
Later experiences made me understand that in this world, there are some things that science cannot explain, but they really exist.
This is a story later.
The children of our family members in the funeral home had a relatively isolated childhood, lived a dull and boring life, and had relatively few opportunities to contact the outside world.
After I entered elementary school, I took the bus to go to school in a small town more than ten kilometers away every day, and then I began to slowly get in touch with the outside world.
However, we children in the funeral home were obviously incompatible with the children in the outside world.
Perhaps because of family reasons or environmental issues, children like me always feel like we are being discriminated against, but this feeling is like a seed that takes root deep in our hearts and stays with us throughout our lives, dooming us.
Be different.
My story will begin with an accidental prank.
I remember it was a sunny afternoon.
In the last music class, in order to attract the attention of the girl I liked, I made up nonsense for a while.
“One night in the mortuary hall of a funeral home, I saw a female ghost with long hair, wearing a white dress and red shoes dancing there.
It scared the girl so much that she cried and she didn’t come to school for several days.
Later, the girl's parents complained to the school, and I was called to the office with a rough and uneasy mood.
I stood in front of a white-haired teacher as if I had a guilty conscience.
Judging from his solemn expression, I knew that today I have to peel off a layer of skin.
Which one should I pull first, my temples or my ears?
The more I thought about it, the more I started to get scared.
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The teacher was silent for a long time and then asked: "You were really in the funeral parlor and saw a girl wearing a white dress and red shoes dancing.
I bit my little finger and didn't dare to look up.
The teacher then said: "Don't be afraid.
I won't beat you.
It's wrong for primary school students to lie.
I hope you can be honest and be a good honest child.
As soon as I heard the teacher say not to hit me, I said almost in a rush-to-answer way: “I lied to that girl.
The teacher obviously didn't believe it and asked again: "Then why do you want to scare your classmates?"
When he saw me, he didn't speak, and continued in a gentle tone: "I know that you are a child in the funeral parlor compound, and you can see things that other children cannot see."
I suddenly had the urge to laugh.
It turned out that my nonsense could not only deceive a little girl of several years old, but even a teacher who was over fifty years old.
I suddenly got excited and raised my head, and started making up nonsense about trains: "One night, my mother was working overtime and there was no one to cook for me, so I ran to the funeral home to find my mother.
My mother was working overtime in the grooming hall at that time, and I was wandering around in the corridor.
I suddenly heard someone singing in the hall of silence, and then I lay on the window and saw a girl wearing a white dress and red dancing shoes dancing there.
Not long after, I heard my mother calling me and I went home.
As soon as I finished speaking, I found that the teacher's brows were tightened and his face was solemn, with a trace of tears oozing out of the corners of his eyes.
He looked at a majestic and respected teacher who was completely deceived by me.
I suddenly felt that I had grown taller in an instant, and there was a sense of accomplishment deep in my heart.
Just when I was still quietly enjoying the pleasure brought by deception.
The white-haired teacher growled coldly: "That must be my daughter, Feng Chime.
Then he obviously fell silent, unable to extricate himself from the inner world of grief, and his tone gradually became heavy and angry: "She must die with her eyes open."
My good daughter, she must be waiting for the murderer to be brought to justice.
The beast he killed must not die a good death, not a good one.
He suddenly overturned the books on the table, became restless and kept repeating, "That damned beast, he must not die well."
I was frightened at the time.
I lowered my head in fear and did not dare to make a sound.
I almost looked at him with a humble look to vent my anger.
At this time, a middle-aged female teacher came in, silently picked up the scattered books and said:
"Lao Xiang, don't be sad.
Calm down.
The public security bureau will definitely catch the murderer and make the final decision for Feng Chime.
The female teacher gave him a wink, glanced at me, and left silently.
Then the teacher gradually calmed down, looked at me with a guilty and slightly kind look and said: "I'm sorry I lost my temper.
My beloved child was killed a few months ago.
I dream about her every night.
She cries and says she died so miserably.
I really can't bear it.
He paused for a few seconds and began to brush his white hair, then continued in a firm tone: "If you see her again, please tell her that the beast will be punished, I swear it will be.
At that time, I felt that his expression and language changed very quickly, as if he had a mental problem.
However, it was his gaffes that shocked me deeply, and made me start to uncover his story like a detective at a young age.
A pleasant school bell rang, the sound was beautiful and moving.
I rushed out of the classroom and was the first to get on the bus.
The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties named Wang Feixiang.
His profession was as a funeral director. car driver.
He is a colleague of my parents.
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He has a short cut, a fat face, and a smile that looks a bit like Garfield.
When I was very young, he often took off my pants and grabbed my vagina, so I was a little cautious when I saw him.
As soon as I got in the car, he said, "You kid is so lazy that you go to school every day, and you are such a thief that you run away after school."
I rolled my eyes at him, threw my schoolbag aside and asked: "Uncle Wang, when you were out in the car some time ago, did you see a girl named Feng Chime wearing a white dress and red dancing shoes?
Wang Feixiang obviously misunderstood and said: "You're a little brat with no hair.
If you don't go to school properly, you'll start dating someone."
The children of the family members of the funeral home began to get on the bus one after another.
I was too lazy to say anything to him.
I looked out the car window and all I could think about was the girl in the red dancing shoes.
What kind of girl was she killed by someone, leaving behind her white-haired, mentally ill father?
How was she killed?
She was wearing a white dress and red dancing shoes.
My random fabrication led to a thought-provoking and tragic event.
Is there some inextricable connection among them?
The wind outside the window hit my face, my hair stood straight in the wind, my thoughts were dancing like the wind, and this girl called Wind Chimes attracted me like a charm. tgt: